I take a childish pleasure from the fact that Shanghai International Airport is named Poo Dong — snigger, snigger. Now, reading about tea, I find my scatological spot tickled further by the Poobong Tea Company in Calcutta. Poo bong. Stick that in yer pipe and smoke it! Makes me want to strike the gong in Pugong Monastery, Tibet.

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As I do in my friend Dick Dong’s name in Zhengzhou. What makes it even more fun is the fact that he is an English major and has chosen Dick as his English name. He was so proud of his name that I really couldn’t get around telling him why it wasn’t all that appropriate.